Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

And the murder weapon of steel and lead was rushing straight at him with the gravity of the matte! There was no way to dodge, and there was no way to defend against it!

It's another trap! a vile and delicate trap!

In this moment, Lansendel almost subconsciously focused all his consciousness on his perception of his surroundings, his pale golden eyes widened, and the divine gaze penetrated the air and light waves distorted by gravity, and clearly saw the strange look on the face of the human who had left the ship and stood on the bridge several miles away— The shadow of the hood was rendered deeper by the explosion of spatial haze, only the pale lips remained outside the shadow, and the muscles that had lost their blood-colored color opened slightly, revealing Bai Sensen's teeth like a beast that chose to devour people. But it seems to say: 'What I am waiting for is this moment......

And this moment is so short, yet long......

In every god or man's sense, it is only a momentary attack and defense, but in the case of a time that has been added, it is so painful and lengthy...... Torture.

The pitch-black mass bullet hit the silver divine power shell, and the force field was instantly disintegrated by the violent force! The blazing energy luster burst out in a colorful way, enveloping every qiē in that indescribable brilliance! The air that was discharged raised a violent storm and scattered along with the energy that shook the spatial structure! Then, the energy of the second matte bullet was added to this crazy and gorgeous storm again!

The terrifying shockwave swept across the battlefield like a bright ring.

The color turned into incandescent, swallowing up a qiē view. The boom formed a sonic boom, drowning out the sound of a qiē...... The world was simple at this moment, and there was only a barrier of divine power in the field of vision. Slightly darkened, hazy, suspended at the edge of the field of vision, and the endless energy was raging, vibrating, as if celebrating the arrival of the Last Judgment.

Terror is like a screaming explosion, and after an unknown amount of time, it finally retakes the world...... They sink from a high-pitched hum to rumbling thunder, and the light is eventually sucked in by the dull grayness...... The wind is howling. The dust was grinding, and the battlefield had become a vague depression in the hurricane ring.

"Ah......h

A low, miserable cry passed through the howling winds. Echoing in the spirits of all the gods, and drawing their last remaining attention—the energy outlines a world in which the form of the guardian god is constantly struggling. But a large rattan net had wrapped around him, and a pickaxe had pressed down on his sword-wielding hand. A long wooden staff pressed against the god's head. Finally, a moonlit sword stabbed him in the throat!

The four weapons all shone with a gloomy silver brilliance, splitting and sucking the god's body, but in a short moment, the incarnation of the god with heavy armor had completely lost its appearance. In the faint scream, it died. All that was left was a fist-sized piece of blue. Slowly upward, over the storm of the battlefield, towards the huge battleship...... Eventually, it fell into the palm of an outstretched hand.

The slender five fingers were closed, holding the tiny blue fire, and the psychic warlock lowered his head, and his silver eyes reflected the face of the god who was silently roaring in the blue fire.

Divine power is one of the most powerful forces in this multiverse...... Although only this small fragment remains, as long as the seal of the deity remains, it can still retain its complete personality and memory. It's a pity that such a small fragment of divine power is no longer enough for the god to wield any form of power, and only a part of the memory can be retained.

Edward tugged at the corners of his mouth.

In his other hand, the silver brilliance was condensing and twisting, outlining the incomparably gorgeous form of the staff...... As his slender and pale five fingers pressed down on the body of the staff slightly, the air around him stood still in an instant, and within six feet of him, the fierce storm completely disappeared!

The gorgeous, with more than a dozen gems on the end of the blue divine power, a crisp crack, the blue divine power in his hand kept flowing out, like a mist rolling up the kind smoke, floating in the air, around, the air was refracted by the subtle mist, dyed a refreshing light blue, like sparkling water...... It seems that all the qiē in the range of the Ze are as dissociated as a dream, and they are not real.

This scene lasted for a few seconds, and when the psychiocrat let out a slight sigh, the sparkling mist flowed again, closing in his hands, and the slightly fluctuating appearance was the same as a moment ago, but as long as you looked closely, you could feel that the consciousness residing in the divine power was no longer angry, but warm and silent, flying from the hands of humans, and then disappearing into the void with the opening and closing of a spatial gap.

"What did you do?" A mature and lazy voice came from behind, and the Spider God Queen quietly stood on the bridge of the Remnant of the Catastrophe, looking at him: "Put that guy back, are you sure that Tyr won't come to you to settle accounts?

"I've changed some of Heim's memories, and he'll only remember that Ransendel and Tyr have died together, and let them mix up the rest, provided he has the energy to get out of Asmodeus' attack, of course. ”

The human snorted softly. His gaze fell on the battlefield beneath the battleship. The four gods he controlled were constantly expanding their range of movement, gathering a trace of silver divine power from the air.

It's a pity that it was a lot of waste, and most of the divine power of Lansendel and Tyr had already been consumed in that terrible explosion along with five successive matte bullets. The fragments that can be recovered today are less than two-three out of tenth.

Of course, such an idea is just a complaint, in the battle just now, Edward thought that even if he did not maximize the benefits, he should at least keep a ninety percent chance - as for the complete capture of all the power of the two powerful god clones, it is not impossible, but the small probability is not worth the force, otherwise. It's full of greed.

Yes, greed, just like Ransendel in the table just now...... bar.

It is this greed. The failure of the Lord of the Dawn is channeled - once the purpose is purified, then the action can be expected.

Or in terms of calculation and timing, Lansendel is indeed far superior to Edward, a mortal, but considering that he has so many powers as a god, and has already obtained the power of Pandorian Ryan, failure is obviously not easy to accept.

So. The only easiest chance to turn the tables is naturally to seize Tyr's divine power and ...... as quickly as possible Naturally, he crashed headlong into the trap that Edward had already constructed with the four gods and the battleship's main gun.

Of course. In fact, Edward was prepared for other things, if the Lord of Dawn did not choose to attack Tyr but to deal with himself, then the many light turrets on the Remnant of the Morning could come in handy - although if he did, even Edward could not guarantee that the core of the Floating City would not burst due to the strong influence of divine power...... But the biggest reason why this battleship appeared here. It is precisely with its strong existence zài nature. Make the necessary intimidation. As long as it seems troublesome enough, Lansendel will definitely make a relatively 'smart' choice.

And it turned out that the psychiocrat's calculations did not deviate.

Victory is already his.

"Modify the memories of the gods, it seems that you are really a great being now?"

Bellena's eyes flickered, and she laughed in a low voice, but the emotionless voice made it completely impossible to tell whether she was sincerely emotional, or sarcastic: "But. If the guy named Tyr really wanted to pursue the matter, he wouldn't be able to get away...... You think it's just the forces of the Lord of the Nine Hells. At least for a few years, Asmodeus will be lucky enough to be able to maintain the portal you gave him, and although the Nethers Guard is indeed powerful, Astimors is not without any constraints.

"That has nothing to do with me...... Edward smiled.

He turned, and then noticed the gaze of the two gods at the same time and the terror hidden in it—concentrated on the silver staff in his hand, although the energy on the artifact was restrained at the moment, and there was not a trace of leakage.

However, the Psychic Warlock was not moved by this, he just held this legendary terrifying symbol that could destroy the multiverse, and said lightly: "Although I am very grateful to the two Majesties for their help, but I think the two of you are here, I'm afraid it's not just to give me a little bit of advice? ”

Rose and Belle Lena couldn't help but froze at the same time.

They had clearly not expected the humans in front of them to treat them with such a cold and hard attitude - at least on the surface, they had come to help out and had always been his partners. But at this moment, the human silver's eyes were filled with electricity, and his expression was as cold as if he had put on a metal mask.

"It's so unkind. ”

Someone sighed.

It was like a light breeze blowing from the surroundings, and subtle halos sprouted from every magic circle and every rune of the Remnant Sun, slowly converging like billions of fireflies, and finally converging into a female figure condensed in the eyes of humans.

A goddess.

She possessed an unusually delicate and unrelated appearance, in no way inferior to any female deity, even more than most of them. Especially the seemingly casually draped, smooth and supple head like black satin, and those dark and deep eyes. Let her carry a charm that is different from all the women on this big 6.

Goddess of Magic...... Edward sighed.

One of the oldest and most powerful gods in this plane...... Although it is not as ancient as the Creation God, or the Lord of the Nine Hells, in terms of power, this ruler of the demon net is definitely a powerful symbol of the world.

Why did she appear in front of her eyes?

No, actually, she should have appeared a long time ago...... After all, the reason why Pandorian Ryan's power was able to block the main material plane was with the help of the ability to manipulate the magic net, and for such a huge change, how could Mishra, as the embodiment of the magic net, not know about it?

Therefore, her purpose seems to be particularly important.

"Edward, huh?" the goddess's dark eyes reflected the expression of a psychic sorcerer, and she chuckled softly. The boring shabby was omitted, but his gaze moved up and down the human body, as if to see him through completely: "It seems. You're being cautious, but if it's something that makes you nervous because of my relationship, then relax, I'm not here to learn from that little fellow from Lansendale to fight with you. It's just that it's funny to hear from a friend, so I want to come and see it. ”

"Oh, that's really...... Mortals like me. I thought that the respected goddess of magic would carefully outline her circle of friends. The Psychic smirked.

However, apparently the goddess did not care at all about his sarcasm:

"I'm friends with Queen Spider, isn't that strange? Even the most annoying person will have one or two friends...... What's more, our little Elothy is so cute? Ah, by the way, don't be fooled by her fierce appearance. Actually, she was very lonely...... Ok ok. Anyway, I know a little bit about Edward, you, so I want to help you. ”

"Help me, or do you help yourself?"

Edward sneered.

He will not be deceived by the appearance and actions of the other party. Misla, the goddess of magic, the master of the web. If she would tolerate a storage that could also manipulate the magic web, perhaps even more directly and powerfully than her...... No matter how many people want to believe in this kind of thing. But Edward was truly impossible to believe, unless one day Katzeyek reverted to life as a living Eater of Souls and ate his head.

"It's all there. A smile broke out on Misla's face, "Well, you don't seem to like going around in circles, and I don't like either. She laughed, "I'll just say it." ”

Her eyes were in the mind sorcerer's hand, and the silver staff paused slightly, and she spoke slowly, word by word.

"Can you give me that royal power?"

A moment of silence.

On the bridge of the Remnant of the Calamity, the air surrounded by the magic shield suddenly spun, and in an instant, it was already like a storm roaring, becoming more and more intense! In front of Edward and the Goddess of Magic, the small space with their eyes opposite each other seemed to be twisted and torn apart in the light......

The crack flowed out like a liquid...... The hazy light floating in the air seemed to be refracted by a layer of fine mist, and it seemed that all the qiē was as disconnected as a dream, but not real.

"There's nothing in this world that you can't give up. ”

Edward spoke.

With his voice, the distorted space, the storm and the mist, in an instant, had dissipated without a trace. He raised his head, and the smile in his hood seemed to be extraordinarily sincere: "But the premise is that there is something better, and in its place, isn't it?"

"Ah, that's right. The goddess of magic nodded, "But you've stumped me...... So far, I really can't get anything that I can exchange with you...... I don't seem to be able to compare to you now, and I've heard that you don't like to be a god...... Oh, yes!"

The smile on her face expanded, full of strange charm: "If you like girls, how about I give it to you?"

Give me to you......

This phrase usually seems to have a self-evident meaning if it is uttered by a lady.

Edward's gaze froze slightly.

The goddess wore a long silver-white dress, but the excessively low large V-shaped neckline seemed to be used to show her proud ravine, and in the face of Edward's gaze, the goddess straightened her chest again, and her plump chest swayed gently with her breathing, swaying with mature charm. And the slit under the skirt leg is not much the same as the armpit, and the slender leg is straight and exquisite, exuding a strong temptation that has been tested in love for a long time.

That's right, tried and tested.

In those legends that circulate throughout the Big 6, the goddess of magic has an official and orthodox husband...... The god of mages, Azus, she is especially elevated from the gods. But in order to gain more reliable voters, she also incarnated as a mortal, gave birth to seven daughters with another mortal, and even had many offspring, and had extraordinary relationships with many of her own male voters. In many of the secret jokes about mages, the goddess's reward and favor for her loyal followers is a blessing in the past.

Of course, these legends are somewhat intermingled with exaggeration, but even if they are halved and halved, many of them still have a certain degree of credibility. The goddess's almost infinite longevity and merciless personality make this goddess of magic equal to the goddess of pleasure in some ways - if Rose is called ** in legends, most of it has elements of human malice...... Then this goddess of magic is the real thing.

Well, it's not right to say that you can do your best, at least to get her favor, you have to have some special capital, for example, you are handsome enough, pious enough, or have other special charms, such as being as old and strong as a great sage, and can read countless women in your thousands, or is it as powerful and attentive as a certain leader, and has the appearance of a miserable young man?

Unfortunately, the Psychic Warlock clearly doesn't have anything,

If he could, Edward wouldn't mind having the slightest intersection with a romantic woman...... But is it really possible to save this kind of zài? (To be continued......